You won't last beyond my first punch.

The tailȝeour was no thing weill sittin, He left the sadill.

For here our ſouls hath but one eye (the Apoſtle ſaith, vve knovv in part) be not proud if that chance to come athvvart thy ſeeing ſide, vvhich meets with the blind ſide of another.

Excuse me, I need to take a squirt.